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Feb 2015
I used to be an angry kid. I'd fight you if you wanted fun.
But as life lingered on, I stopped. And look at what I am today.
I stopped the fights because I'd lose. Afraid of confrontation since.
Because of peace I've lost my heart. I wish I'd fought for you to stay!
Two years later and still my mistake haunts me.
Too Little, Too Late, Aye?
The Black Beast
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The Black Beast  Hertfordshire
   Musfiq us shaleheen, unknown and B
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